In the quiet morning light, we meet, Two souls converging, incomplete. Love’s first whispers, soft and sweet, In honesty, our hearts compete.
We build our world on words we share, Dreams and fears laid open, bare. Trust, a fragile, tender thread, Woven through the words we’ve said.
In laughter’s song and sorrow’s tear, We find our way, we draw near. Yet silence, like a creeping vine, Can choke the bond we design.
Secrets whispered in the night, Shadows cast in soft moonlight. Truth unspoken, left to die, Breeds distrust and silent sighs.
So let our voices rise and sing, Of every joy and suffering. For in the open, hearts align, And trust, like sunlight, will shine.
No fortress built of steel or stone, Can guard a love left all alone. But with each truth, confessed, revealed, Our bond is strong, our wounds are healed.
In every word, a piece of soul, In honesty, we find our whole. For love, in light, can only thrive, When trust and truth are kept alive.
So let us vow, in days to come, To speak our hearts, to not succumb. For in the echoes of our voice, We find in love, a lasting choice.
By Scott Randy Gerber, Whispers Of The Soul ©All Rights Reserved 2024